Poems

easter bonnet

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glue a sinking boater
with droopy dead daffodils
& tulips as well

then hyacinth too
so red, green & blue
with yellowing edges

wrapped in blooming blackthorn
a crown from those hedgerows
fit for an archetype

goosegrass from the garden
( which grows sooner each year )
a smear of rabbit shit

a spring lamb’s tail
& their afterbirth as well
a handful of raincloud

a whiff of fallow musk
a purring willow’s catkin
& a shiny splodge of frogspawn

plus a creme egg wedged
in a rubber chicken’s arse
stuck atop the lot

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this isn’t

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a letter from
the attic of
your long, lost uncle

a song about
your country cousin’s
chicken casserole

another of those
alt-accounts
( beware the many bots )

the reason why
it’s blue above
& no, not grey today

a diatribe
uncontacted
& ranting in the wilds

dear reader of
each clattering
this isn’t haiku or

an ode to
a pygmy shrew
nor a carrion crow

oh,

even though
it may seem so
sometimes the cuckoo lies

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( yet more author notes )

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scribbled in the midlands
by a scroat in odd socks

lit by tealight
up before the farmers

read by smoky fishwives
praetorian gardeners

rabid traffic wardens
& seasick oceanographers

at least it’s not the sobbings
of your godmother’s sonnets

or the catatonic purrs
of your long lost uncle’s prose

may contain monkey
nuts & the other

best before last century
peaked in antiquity

i blame the belgians
the gypos & the methodists

sod this for a stare-off
with a freshly painted wall

( huff )

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